Monday

Today was one of the few times when I went home during lunch (it's a very short trip) to put in a load of laundry only to hear the clarion call of the beer in my fridge. Yep, one of those days. For the record, the beer's still in my fridge and I never seriously entertained the idea of consuming it, in case anyone out there thinks of me like that. Instead I consoled myself with thoughts of clean laundry, and in the car I mellowed to Eric Clapton's sweet sweet guitar playing and pining for another man's wife. Ah, the blues. I've been told that I have a few hang-ups, and I'll not argue with the assertion, but I'm still never comfortable with womens' undergarments in the laundry. I have a feeling that this isn't the sort of thing I should be admitting on the internet, but I'll draw some comfort from the fact that I never use my complete real name on this blog (that's right, you have no idea who I am). I also have a feeling somewhere in my gut that a phobia such as this isn't entirely normal, although I could be wrong, and all the same I don't feel that it's half as irrational as it is. Or isn't. Whatever. I don't have any real problem living with women (in some function or other, I've lived with women for most of my life), and the pros outweigh the cons to be sure. I like living with women. I even get free baked goods periodically (heh heh, periodically), and that can't be bad. Still, I can't seem to get past this one. Perhaps it means I'm doomed to eternal bachelorhood, but I rather hope it doesn't--I'm a terrible cook. Stop talking about this Cous, you're digging a hole for yourself that you shall never escape.
Only another 8 days until election day (should that be capitalized? I don't know), and it can't happen soon enough, as far as I'm concerned. It means that I'll stop receiving unsolicited mailings and phone calls and television ads informing me of why this is the most important election in our lifetime, and what those nasty nasty Republicrats and Democrans are doing to our country. My favorite ad so far has been a cartoon of Dick DeVos shipping a crate marked "JOBS" off to China. Silly Dick DeVos, jobs are for unions. The other catchy one is "DeVos is DeCeptive," found on the bumper of many a rusted Volvo around town. A catchy ad to be sure, but I'm not really impressed by the rhetoric. I mean, is Dick DeVos deomonstrably deceptive? I don't doubt the danger, but don't you think the mere accusation is a little... dubious? Ok, I'm reaching for that one. I'm not a D.D.V. fan boy or anthing like that (he's certainly done his share of negative campaigning), but I haven't heard any actual complaints about the man being a pathological liar or antying like that. It might as well say "DeVos stole my baby." Much as I'm sick of politics, there are actually some interesting referendums on the ballot, so be sure to read up on stuff before next Tuesday. Also, if any of the ads on television or in the mail have helped you make up your mind about the issues and candidates, do us all a favor and DON'T VOTE. Ooh, my old professor the constantly entertaining Gary "don't have to live like a refugee" Wolfram has a little editorial out on elections, you should check it out. Hat tip to Jonathan on that one, by the way. Other than that, have a good week and watch out for the mud that's getting slung left and right around here. Oh yeah, and don't drink the yellow milk. Heh heh heh, milk.